I was standing at the side of the roadnwith my thumb towards the skynand I'll go which ever way the wind blowsnI've got patients I've got timenThis alcomino pulls aside the driver yellsnhey let's gonI roll the Window down to cope with hisncigarette smokenHis eyes were tired his faced was linednHis voice was coarse while he spokenHe asked me if I ever learned to shoot a firearmnnand I remebernas I was just a boynplaying shot 'em upnWe'd be makin' so much noisenwe were cowboys we were indiansnwe were playin' with toysnit was the first timeni wrapped my fingers round a firearmnnand as were driving down this long roadnHis questions soon revealed a plotnHe said I'm heading west to Yellowstonenboy I'm runnin' from the lawnnthe sheriff back home got a warrant out for my arrestnThe girl I knew she was a trampnI put her to the testnseven rounds into her lovernsaved the last one for her chestnnever thought I would be the type to shoot a firearmnnand I remebernas I was just a boynplaying shot 'em upnWe'd be makin' so much noisenwe were cowboys we were indiansnwe were playin' with toysnit was the first timeni wrapped my fingers round a firearmnnBodies of forbidden lovernin the trunk of his carnheading west to yellowstone,nwe drove until it got darknThats when we sawnthe flashing lights behind usncops were not to farnFrom the Glove boxnthats when he pulled out a firearmnnand through the evergreensnthis dusty narrow road did windnheading the top of thenhighest discarment we could findnover the edge the alcomino droventhe four of us insidennshoulda been afaird of heights instead of firearmsnnand I remebernas I was just a boynplaying shot 'em upnWe'd be makin' so much noisenwe were cowboys we were indiansnwe were playin' with toysnit was the first timeni wrapped my fingers round a firearmn